We fly for ages until we are safe from the deadly and dangerous Darth Vader.                                                              We had enough of flying away from danger, preparing for survival and losing our beloved ones.                                Is this going to be our last lonely languishing summer?                   

All we've got is trees communicating to protect us                             

My loved ones are gone and I've only got terrific trees.

They let us express how we feel and how my day went.                                   

The only hope left for us is the sweet green seas up high in the second ocean.                                                                                           

We want to be loved a little more as we are a feather duster but, only cuter.                                                                                       

What will happen to the animals if we are gone from heart to soul?

Who will give the caution of danger?                                           

Who knows, we just need to grab pieces together and move on.   

All thanks to trees, the ones who protected us and kept us warm and well-balanced until our life changes, and if not, our lives will stay the same until it's over entirely.